Current mood:	working
Current music:	Brand New - The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot

"I know you want what's on my mind..."
"...I know you like what's on my mind.
I know it eats you up inside.
I know you know you know you know."


Four score and seven years ago.....it feels that long ago since I wrote in this thing at least. I really don't have much to say. I've kinda been layin low the past week or so. Been real busy with work and just relaxin since that first burst of summer. Time to pick it back up again soon.

So apparently there's this perception out there that I try to be an asshole. Believe me, I don't try. You people and the rest of the world bring it out in me. I'm not exactly proud of it, but it's who I am. One, two, maybe even three people have seen my soft side, and know the sweet magician. Awww. Either way, I realize who I am, and I harnace it, and go with it. That's just the way things go.

Next subject...Cory Lidle yesterday...S T U fuckin D. How many #5 starters have 8 wins?

Fantasy football is heating up. The draft isn't until August 28th, but every day at work, it's the same thing "Who you pickin?" "Who you lookin at?" "Who you like?" Sure, it gets redundant, but it's fun as all hell. It gives us something to talk about all day. Right now I'm leaning towards Domanick Davis with my #7 overall pick. If only Priest would slip that far. We'll see.

So yesterday was quite possibly one of the worst days of my life. I woke up early to get Pearl Jam tickets at 10. Yeah, no chance on that one. I kept checking at 9:57, 58, 59, then finally 10. Sold out in a matter of 4 seconds. Unreal. Guess that's what happens when there's less than 3500 available. If anyone wants me to love them forever, get me those tickets somehow. Win them, steal them, suck a dick for them. Whatever you have to do, do it. Hopefully we'll still go down to AC that weekend and I'll get a chance to play blackjack with Eddie and the fellas. I probably have a better chance at that than getting tickets.

Weezy Weez's 21st celebration was Friday night, so big Fez and I headed up to Shitville for that. It was a good time, even though I didn't get to see the Weez very much because she had a ton of people with her. As long as she had a good time and got intoxicated. Word is that she did. Alright then.

Last night Diddy and I went to the Hulmeville to throw down some beers on his last weekend before having a killer job. We sat there and tried to think of ways we can get rich and not ever have to work again. I have a feeling something's gonna happen. Just a feeling. There were some good ideas thrown around, both examples of things that people have done, and things that Diddy has in mind. Diddy, remember, I'm your graphic designer. Don't forget me. Gotta have a good lookin site. $$$$$$$.

Diddy finally burned me the new Foo Fighters double album. It's awesome. I have a feeling it'll be hanging out in the CD player in the car for a long time. I highly recommend you guys check it out.

I realized on Thursday that I'm a complete fuck up when it comes to certain things. That's the bottom line. I just think and look back and say to myself, "What if I didn't say this?" or "What if I didn't do this, or did this differently?" So, sort of like the song I'm listening to right now, I'm the boy who blocked his own shot. Every now and then I look back, more lately than before, and I want to kick myself for shit that I did wrong. I know I deserve whatever I get now, but I do know that I've changed, and that I'm a much better person than I was before. So much better.

Anyway, enough uninteresting shit. It's time for me to shower and get to work. Another day of "Who you like?" "Who you gonna pick?"

Stay cool, muthafuckas.



Sometimes I speak of nothing at all.